In the quiet of dawn, they rise,
With dreams woven in the tapestry of sky,
Their voices echo through the corridors of time,
Strong women, with hearts like lions, they fly.

Through storms they walk with grace untold,
Bearing burdens with whispers of resilience,
Their laughter a balm to weary souls,
In their eyes, the fire of persistence.

They build bridges from fragments of hope,
Crafting futures with hands that heal,
In every shadow, they find the light,
Their courage a shield, their spirit a seal.

Unyielding rivers of wisdom flow,
In the stories they share, in the paths they pave,
Strong women, the keepers of dreams,
With love that conquers, and strength that saves.